I am asking you this, Cameron.

You owe it to yourself, you owe it to me, you owe it to your sister." For some moments Cameron sat gazing straight before him, his face showing the agony in his soul.

"As God's above, I do! I owe it to you, Dunn, and to her, and to the memory of my--" But his quivering lips could not utter the word; and there was no need, for they both knew that his heart was far away in the little mound that lay in the shadow of the church tower in the Cuagh Oir.

The lad rose to his feet, and stretching out his hand to Dunn cried, "There's my hand and my honour as a Highlander, and until the last fighting moment I'll be fit." At the party that night none was gayer than young Cameron.

The shy reserve that usually marked him was thrust aside.